The Blink of a Lover’s Eye

When you’re young,
You should laugh all night,
Dance in the moonlight,
Gaze and count the stars
Reflected off the lake
As you make love by the lakeside.

Find joy in erotic, youthful enterprise
And never allow
A sweet-scented flower
To escape your embrace.

In the certain grave
Leading to heaven or hell
There will be no more perfumed pillows
Nor romantic stories to tell;
The lifespan of passion is brief
And fades in the blink
Of a lover’s eye.